Happiness is not a holiday.An everyday will do, an any minute.Perhaps one lingers briefly by the way,Pausing to breathe in the infinite.Yet holidays are necessary pleasures,Holding open else-neglected doors,Offering a wealth of well-known treasuresLikely to renew depleted stores.In doing what the holiday demands,Delighting in its long-obeyed commands,A separated family now joins hands,Yielding to a deeper harmony,Still together, though infrequently.